[Ayden Cross]: 183.Interrogation

“Who are you?” The hooded man spoke in a harsh tone to the dark haired young man before him. The young man had a fierce and determined look in his eye. He held his sword point threateningly at the hooded man’s neck.

“The name’s not important. But I have a few questions for you. Two months ago I investigated a case dealing with some highly ranked Satanists. Not worth my trouble I thought. But apparently, I was wrong.” The young man with a disinterested look, a far more mature face than someone of his age.

“Ah, so you’re one of them. That makes sense.” The hooded man smiled darkly, as a sudden realization took place.

“Damn right. Doesn’t matter anyway. Since you know I was from Team Ragnarok, I think you understand I have a vendetta.”

“Doesn’t matter to me kid, I’ve got no where else to be right now. The demons will find you soon, and if they don’t, my master shall.” The hooded man said as he sat in his vast room. They were in the lair of Kaikoku, in a vast dungeon, where catacombs filled the walls, and the entire left wing was a labyrinth. This was the home of the largest group of Satanists in the world. Deep in the bowels of the Earth, they devised their plans of devotion.

“Tell me what I want to know.”

“And what would that be, kid? I’ll be happy to tell you, because either way I die. But first, tell me, what’s your name?”

“It’s Jack. And I want to know what happened two months ago. What happened to me and my team?” The young man questioned.

“Hmph. That’s a good question, boy. I wouldn’t know what happened to those poor kids that had joined you on the mission. I’m not the guy to ask. But I bet that whatever happened to them couldn’t possibly be as bad as the things that probably have been runnin’ through your head.” The hooded man spoke with a hint of pity.

“Don’t try to sympathize, you sick bastard. I know what you’re into. Don’t think you can run that bullshit by me. I want to know what the hell happened!” Jack spoke with increasing anger.

“Fine, kid. So we killed them. Two of em’. Tried to torture information out the little pricks. But we got nothin’. So we ended up sacrificing them slowly. Cutin‘ up their bodies and watching their blood drip. Listening to their lovely screams for hours.” The hooded man spoke as he licked his lips.

The sword point poked dangerously closer into the man’s throat. Jack clearly was holding back his anger and hatred for this man. His eyes were red with fatigue and stress, but he was fully alert and enraged. This seemed to fuel the hooded man’s taunting.

“Struck a nerve, did I? I thought you were trained to kill all emotions.” The man laughed as the blade pierced his skin and a drop of blood appeared.

“Not all training works. I think you’ve just given me an idea for what I’m going to do with you. Now tell me.” Jack spoke in an unnerving voice.

The hooded man gazed hard into Jack’s eyes. Unwavering, furious, yet all the while controlled and focused. The young man was handsome, but very young. Must’ve been only in high school. His spiky black hair made him look more feral, but he had a keen eye that signified a vast intelligence. He wore black clothes to match his hair, but his eyes seemed to glow with a blue hue.

“What is it?”

“I interrupted a demonic ritual that day. I fell onto the pedestal and some of the candles fell over. Everything was on fire, so I jumped onto the floor and out of the way. But then, the entire floor grew black. A red pentagram appeared on the floor and disappeared. These weird ass symbols showed up outta nowhere and then blasted up into the ceiling. The ground began to shake, and this huge emblem appeared onto the floor. My arm started burning. I pulled up my sleeve and saw the same marking on my arm. It appeared suddenly and hasn’t gone away. Then, my arm went spastic. I couldn’t control it and it went crazy and I tried to hold it back. I felt so much anger suddenly and I went berserk.”

“Do you remember what you did?”

“No, I don’t. I just remember my back started hurting and all these markings appeared on my skin. My entire body felt like it was ablaze. It was overflowing with power...” Jack spoke grimly.

The hooded man looked long and hard. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Kid, that symbol’s been there for centuries. It doesn’t do anything.”

“Doesn’t do anything? How can you say that? How do you explain this stuff on my arm? And the other markings on my body? How else? What did that thing put inside me?” Jack screamed angrily.

“It didn’t put anything inside you, boy. It only awoke what was already there.”

Jack’s eyes got very wide.

Earlier, before this entire ordeal between Jack and the hooded man, Jack was living life regularly. As regular as he could anyhow. But Jack is by no means an ordinary teenager. Although seemingly an ordinary high school student, he is part of an elite organization formed to battle the supernatural. Jack deals with mythical creatures almost daily. It’s nearly an ordinary basis.

Jack was proclaimed a genius and prodigy by all others in the organization. He’s gone above and beyond what a normal person could do. Yet, amidst the praise and admiration, he’s always felt something wrong.

A terrible amnesia plagues him. Having no real memory of the past three years, he wanders for the answers of his past. Vague memories, meaningless glimpses of places, and fleeting images of his childhood sweetheart. These haunting images swarm his mind, day and night, never giving him any rest.

Yet, amidst being all torn inside, that’s the least of his worries. Jack thinks he could even be suffering from schizophrenia. A mysterious voice fills Jacks mind. A ghastly voice, that speaks words so horrible, Jack is sick with fear. It’s a voice that is strangely familiar to Jack. It speaks to Jack about the follies of humankind. As if it had a part to play in the Holocaust, the Killing Fields, and countless others. It seems to get an immense satisfaction telling Jack these stories.

Jack does his best to block out the voice, but its always with him. At the same time, Jack is becoming stronger, faster, and smarter. Gradually, he improves, until he suddenly can accomplish amazing feats. Death defying acts of strength, agility, and bravery. But with the amazing abilities comes an overpowering anger. An anger that can obliterate anything. It prevents Jack from ever wanting to ever becoming angry ever again.

Jack was assigned to a new mission, along with 2 of his team mates. Scarlet and Hiro. They’ve done every mission together, successfully. But problems complicate the mission and Jack blacks out. Waking up in the hospital, he has no clue what went on.    

          If sword in hand, he's determined to find out. Where are his friends? What's happened to him? And...who is this Dark lord?